I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Chapter 19
Spent my lunch redoing the police stuff at the end of the chapter, added almost 200 words, updated the counter. Now back to chapter 20.
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